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Under The Table – Pt. 1

Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit.

PART TWO

Characters: FemDwarrow!Reader, Fili, mentions of other characters, Kiliel Location: Erebor, Post-BOTFA (Everybody lives! Yay!) Warnings: Lots of talking, mentions of sex, lots of kissing. Word Count: 5487

OH MY GOD. I’M BACK. WOO! (The title is a pun. I couldn’t help myself.)

Thanks to letsfantasizedwarves and omgcupquak3stuff for beta-ing! KISSES!

Now available to read on AO3 and in Russian, thanks to the lovely @tsubaki-montana!

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the first time you give in and let shanks into your bed—after months and months of very persistent dashing grins and cloying sweet-talk—you don’t realize until he has you pressed against your bedroom door, with his singular hand tucked beneath your skirts to grasp the back of your knee and hook your leg around him, that the vest you’ve chosen today is held together by a row of small buttons at the front.

it’s an issue it seems he’s only just realized too, as he pulls away from your lips and stares down at your bust.

“buttons,” he says with a pout, thumb tapping pensively against the side of your knee. “is this a test?”

“an accident,” you laugh. “i’ll help—“

“no.” shanks nips at your finger playfully before you can touch your neckline. “not proper to make a lady undress herself.”

it shouldn’t be a surprise, you suppose, but he’s more skilled than you anticipate. with teeth and tongue he manages to undo three before the steady unveiling of your cleavage distracts him. letting go of your leg, he reaches up to work at the fourth even as his tongue runs hot over the newly exposed skin of your chest.

then you feel him pause. he blinks; his eyes are dark and stormy, so deep red they might as well be black. though you often find it difficult to parse out what he’s thinking, it hardly takes a genius to gauge the way that big hand catches hold of the side of your vest, teeth grazing the other; preparing to forego any more delay and simply tear the damn thing apart.

“pop them,” you sigh out, somehow unwilling to speak more than a murmur, “rip it off. i won’t stop you. but—“

you pause just as shanks does the same, eyes darting up to meet yours over the heaving swell of your chest and fingers freezing where he’s gripped the fabric of your bodice.

“you won’t do much more than touching tonight,” you finish.

those eyes sharpen. a thrill goes through you, as his fingers flex for half a moment—and then he’s surging up to kiss you again, hard and heavy and biting, drawing a heady giggle from your tongue. his arm slips around your thighs, tightening to lift you from the solid wood you’ve been pressed against before he turns to take a scant few strides and deposit you onto your bed, not once parting from your lips.

only when you’ve settled does he pull back, just slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he moves his arm to brace himself on his elbow and then giving a surprisingly chaste peck to the tip of your nose as he begins a descent.

he lingers at the edge of your neckline, sucks at your skin, then kisses down your stomach over the fabric that still covers you; his hand is eager but gentle as it slides beneath the hem of your dress again, rough calluses brushing against your foot and ankle and calf until he’s palming your knee and pushing the fabric up over your thighs.

“well.” that look in his eye is more of a glint now, accompanied by a grin and a wink that has you rolling your eyes as shanks disappears from sight. “suppose i’ll find something we can do without taking that damn thing off, eh?”

Thranduil and baby Legolas

Some sketches of my favorite Bounty Hunter!

Loving this series. Pedro Pascal is a gem 

Insp. by x

i think the best part about sex with zoro is how far removed his sexuality is from his concept of masculinity and what makes him a man. his sense of self isn't dependent on getting his dick wet.

when zoro falls into bed with you, its never to prove anything to himself, that he can fuck you better or harder than anyone else. that doesn't mean shit to him. his strength, his discipline, his word. those are what make him a man, your man.

ego and pride have no room in his bed, not when he has you, sweet and breathless, in his arms.

Artist: kystktstura

Toshinori/All Might headcanons: hands.

Fandom: My Hero Academia

As All Might:

His skin gets a little darker in this form.

His hands look abnormally big compared to yours and he always worries he’s going to hurt you by accident.

He tries to be as gentle as he can while in his hero form, especially when he has to quickly move you somewhere.

Enjoys petting your head. The height difference becomes even more apparent in this form. Besides, he knows it irritates you - but since he is in his hero form, you can’t do him any real harm even when you get truly mad.

Will often make fun of how he can pick you up with one hand.

can actually do that

As Toshinori:

His skin is rough and dry. He sometimes uses moisturizing creams, but often forgets to do so.

Has got a lot of scars - big and smaller ones.

He loves to hold hands and will melt if you start tracing over his knuckles or veins. He finds the gesture soothing and calming his nerves.

He always has neat and short nails, because they irritate him.

His hands are always warm.

Toshinori enjoys touching your bare skin, be it on your hands or cheeks or anywhere else. There is something pure to be so close to someone.

[Masterlist]

Mirkwood family cuddling in bed time! With Elithien watching over her boys.